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Archbishop Temple
In Memoriam—Lambeth, December 23rd, 1902.
You crowned our King, upon your brow shall shine
To-day that fairer crown the angels bring,
For you have borne yourself on earth a king,
None braver in the long illustrious line
Since first Augustine saw St. Martin's shrine—
Have carried staff or worn the Primate's ring,
None juster, none more wise of heart to bring
For days of might the sense of right divine.
To-day that fairer crown the angels bring,
For you have borne yourself on earth a king,
None braver in the long illustrious line
Since first Augustine saw St. Martin's shrine—
Have carried staff or worn the Primate's ring,
None juster, none more wise of heart to bring
For days of might the sense of right divine.
Rugged of phrase, but gentle at the core,
Firm to command, with saving common-sense
To yield and win, in you men's eyes could see
The Spartan armed with life's simplicity,
The man of God, high priest without pretence,
The true Arch-Shepherd, honoured evermore.
Firm to command, with saving common-sense
To yield and win, in you men's eyes could see
The Spartan armed with life's simplicity,
The man of God, high priest without pretence,
The true Arch-Shepherd, honoured evermore.
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